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refused to leave any stone unturned.
    She darted between two grave stones and cut across the mushy grass, taking shelter under an outstretched branch. Her target paused, looking back at the accident scene, and Amelia’s instincts surged into high gear. This had to be her contact.
    Confirming her thought, the person looked straight at her and gave a nearly imperceptible nod toward the white clapboard church.
    Amelia strode forward, head high, a confident smile in place.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Back off,” she hissed at John. “You’ll scare away my last source.”
    He caught her elbow. “We have to get out of here.”
    “In a minute.”
    “You’re too exposed.”
    She tried to shake his hold, but it backfired. Anything more would cause a scene which would only make matters worse. “I need that information.”
    John swore and she echoed him, but for different reasons. Her target had disappeared around the corner of the church.
    Dragging her bodyguard with her, she pressed forward, determination infusing every step. Her hair was plastered to her scalp and her shoes soaked through, the story was the only thing on her mind when she caught up to her target.
    “Thanks for waiting.” Amelia sighed with relief. The man in the street was only coincidence. Thank God.
    “You were late,” the blonde said without turning to face her.
    That voice, even in person it held a smoky quality that could be male or female. The hand holding the umbrella was covered in a glove and the trench coat, slacks, and shoes offered no decisive proof of gender.
    Amelia didn’t apologize or make excuses. “Do you have what I need?” she asked her source’s back. The fear was obvious, radiating off of her source in tense waves. She could practically smell it.
    All she needed was a name. The name her contact had finally promised to give her this morning. The name that connected Senator Larimore with the security breach that would prove he was mining private data for his personal gain. This piece of the puzzle would break her story wide open and make all of the threats and vandalism – even the bodyguard – worth it.
    “It’s too late.”
    It couldn’t be! “No one will know about you,” she said with as much calm as she could muster as her pulse leaped like a frightened gazelle. “I promise.”
    The head bowed slightly. “You’re not alone.”
    “That couldn’t be helped. It’s –”
    “Smart.” The shoulders slumped. “I took precautions.”
    What the hell did that mean? Amelia wished for a window, for a glimpse of that face to get a better read on her contact, but by design or chance, her contact made sure that wasn’t an option.
    “Locker thirty-one. John will know the rest.”
    John? She resisted the urge to demand answers from her bodyguard. “What does he have to do with it?”
    Suddenly she thought of the man in the trench coat watching her apartment, thought of the nearly new business card in the bottom of her purse and wondered at the elaborate set up. John Noble had infiltrated her life so smoothly and now insinuated himself in her story. Alarms clanged in her head.
    “You promised me a name,” she demanded, trailing after when her source moved toward the next block.
    Suddenly her contact collapsed. Walking one moment, crumpled in the wet grass the next, the umbrella caught at a useless angle between the body and the white clapboard siding.
    Startled, Amelia froze for one second too long. Before she could force her feet to cooperate and carry her toward her contact, she felt herself being hauled away by a rough grip at her elbow.
    “Stop!” She dug in her heels, twisted against the hold, trying to wrench herself free. “We have to –” she began, certain she could convince John to do the right thing here.
    But, she looked up and realized it wasn’t John who held her. A supple leather glove smothered her scream.

Chapter Four
    John rubbed at the goose egg behind his ear and struggled to his knees. His